June 27th 1993
I made omelets for my beloved to surprise her with breakfast in bed. I was truly beside myself when she started ranting that I tried to poison her. I was appalled that she would even think such a thing. Then she asked if I had used the milk to make the omelets. When I told her I had, she confessed that the milk had gone bad. Honestly, who keeps expired milk in the refrigerator? She quickly marched into the bathroom and gargled with the Listerine / vinegar mixture that she uses. She then dressed and went on her shopping spree to have her hair and nails done and then had her skin exfoliated.
She still felt so badly that she then went in for a nose reduction, cheeks thinned and a buttocks lift. It will be some time before her posture will return to normal. It looks as if she is tip-toing where ever she goes now.
Frasier now has an agent. Her name is Bebe. I don't like her sass. I do think she needs therapy and lots of it. I've advised Frasier to be sure to carefully read the small print of her contracts and try not to look directly into her eyes.